How could we not?
We proceed as if we knew what we were doing
And wind up in the heap of our own waste--
Swept away like the remaining shells left over
From previous creations--
We figured on everything except the inherent truths
Of other worlds and dimensions
And our own perceived lack of totality--
What hot wizards we be--lost the gold and lost the Gold
Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.